Hey old man in woman’s shoes

I wonder i he knows i think he’s crazy

When he was young did he have dreams of wearing woman’s

shoes and being crazy

It makes me wonder when i grow that age

Will i be walking down the street

Begging for your spare change

Or will i ever grow that old?

Will i still be around?

The way i carry on i’ll end up

six feet underground and waste away….

When the old man was in school

Did the ‘golden rules’ make him go crazy

Or did he hide away from hopes

Behind a smile and smoking dope

It’s crazy

It seems so frightning

Time passes my like lightning

Before you know it you’re struck down

I always waste my time on my chemical emotions

It keeps my head spinning around.